Albus Potter sat waiting in his bedroom. The smallest room of 12 Grimmauld Place was Albus' and he enjoyed the small room, mainly for its comfort. There was his bed in the middle of the room, a desk and chair (on which he was currently sitting) in one corner, a wardrobe in another and a small nightstand beside his bed. Albus was looking out the window as he had done every morning for the last month or so. Every morning he had been disappointed and the longer he was made to wait, the more he felt he would be disappointed once again this morning.

Albus stood up out of his chair, he was sure he could see an owl in the distance. Albus was squinting trying to make out the figure that was approaching the house with great speed. As it got nearer, a large smile appeared on the young boy's face. His emerald green, almond shaped eyes lit up. Albus knew that he shared many similarities with his father in appearance, mainly his messy, unruly jet black hair and his eyes.

The owl was approaching the house with great speed. The other usual post had already arrived so Albus was almost one hundred percent sure that it was what he had been waiting for. Seeing no let up in the velocity of the owl, Albus scrambled and opened the window. The owl swooped through the now open window, dropped the letter from its beak onto Albus' bed. The owl never stopped, it turned and exited through the same window through which it had entered the room.

Albus excitedly and nervously grabbed the letter from his bed. The ink on the front matched the colour of the boy's eyes and it was addressed to Albus Potter along with his location of 12 Grimmauld Place in London. He turned it over to see the Hogwarts crest embedded on the wax that sealed the letter. He was shaking. Albus ripped open the envelope and removed the contents.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Term begins on September 1stand the Hogwarts Express leaves King's Cross Station at 11.00am sharp from Platform 9 ¾.

Also, find enclosed a list of necessary equipment.

Yours Sincerely

Minerva McGonagall, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmistress

Albus read the letter three times over. He ran out of his bedroom and bolted down the stairs. Albus reached the kitchen out of breath completely but the smile was still plastered across his face. Ginny looked at him but didn't need to ask any questions once she saw the sheet of parchment in Albus' hand.

"Turns out your not a Squib after all" James mocked playfully. James, one year older than Albus and looking even more like Harry than Albus did, had spent the entire summer bragging about a great first year at Hogwarts and slagging his younger brother about him not yet having received his letter. James repeatedly called Albus a Squib and when he accepted that his younger brother would be accepted in the school, he played the next weapon in his armoury. He kept telling Albus that he would be in Slytherin house, the first member of the Potter and Weasley family to ever be in Slytherin.

This affected Albus the most for he knew he wasn't a Squib. He most definitely wanted to be in Gryffindor like his mother and father, his aunts and uncles, his grandparents and his brother before him

Harry entered the kitchen. "I've just got off the phone with Dudley" Harry said, looking as if there was more to tell.

"And?" Ginny asked. "Has something bad happened?"

"No, not in my opinion anyway" Harry replied. "Minerva just paid them a visit. David's a wizard"

"Oh Merlin!" Ginny exclaimed. "What are they going to do?" she asked her husband.

"He said he's going to leave the decision to David who really wants to go I think. We're meeting them in Diagon Alley later today." Harry told her.

"Is that all?" Ginny asked, she had a feeling there was something else that Dudley Dursley had asked her husband.

"Yeah, he asked me if I would tell his parents!" Harry exclaimed. "Absolutely no chance, I told him"

"Well guys, you heard your father. We're going to Diagon Alley today."

Albus and James were already dressed but Lily was still lounging around in her night gown and a bath robe. "Go on Lils, get ready. We'll be going soon" The youngest Potter was the only to inherit the Weasley red hair and she skulked to her bedroom, the fiery red hair hanging halfway down her back.

It was one that afternoon when the five Potters gathered in the living room, a small green fire glowing in the fire place. "Go on," Harry said to his eldest son James, "you go first". James took a handful of the shiny powder from a flower pot beside the hearth and threw it into the flames. Albus watched as the green flames grew and swallowed James. When they returned to their normal level, James was no longer standing in the fire. Albus had been looking forward to this way for weeks, months even and now that it was here, he wasn't as excited as he had imagined he would be. Albus felt a sense of relief when his letter arrived. Since James had returned from Hogwarts, he spent a lot of time harassing his brother. It was mainly about being a Squid, or when that argument resolved Albus wasn't a Squib, it was about what house he would be in. James always slagged Albus that he was going to be in Slytherin but Albus tried to ignore him. Unsuccessfully. Albus was extremely worried that he would break the line of family members in Gryffindor. If the alternative was Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff then he wouldn't mind too much but he wasn't smart enough for Ranvenclaw or so he thought. Hufflepuff wouldn't suit him, he thought. It was left between Gryffindor, the house he craved to go to at this moment in time and to continue the tradition of both the Potter and Weasley families. The alternative was Slytherin; the most despised house in the school despite the fact it was reportedly 'changing its reputation'. Albus didn't care about that. After all he had heard about Slytherin, he most definitely did not want to end up there.

One of Albus' fear had ended. He was not a Squib. The other would soon be lifted, he hoped, but first he would get to get his school supplies and more importantly, a wand. "Al" Harry said. "Albus!" he said louder this time. Albus snapped back to reality and heard his sister Lily giggling at him.

"Oh sorry dad" he said and Albus walked forward, picking up a handful of Floo powder and throwing it into the fire. Albus was swallowed by the flames and the nauseous sensation of hurtling through fireplaces took over the anxiety of his potential house. Albus had tucked his elbows close to his body, closed his eyes and mouth and hoped to land softly at the Leaky Cauldron, his destination which he had called just before he stepped into the flames. The journey seemed to take longer than it ever had before. Albus felt his feet land heavily on solid ground once more and he stumbled out of the fireplace. The only thing that stopped him from falling over was a table that he had walked, or fallen, into. He regained his feet and took in the sights of the Leaky Cauldron. Albus smiled as he looked around the pub. He was as excited as he had imagined, now that he was close to the cobbled streets of Diagon Alley.